Post by nate on Sept 8, 2014 23:44:51 GMT -5
Name: Dralban
Race: Wood Elf
Background: Outlander - Forester
Appearance: 5'7" Pasty Canopy Sheltered Skin, Athletic Build
Silver wispy, messy hair, dreaded with dry leaves littered throughout.
Clean shaven face, thick silver eyebrows, with deep and dark violet pools for eyes.
Youthful in some eyes, others say sickly.
Stag antlers sprout from his head, a headdress he made from his trophy hunt.
Dressed in dark brown leathers, black woolen cloak, a short sword on each hip and a bow and quiver over his shoulder. His weathered and tattered appearance shows much exposure to the elements. Despite the poor appearance, he always seems to be wearing a smile.
Personality:
Dralban cherishes life and loves to learn. He will try to view events in all angles and perspectives. Never one for the first word, he listens and learns then tries to add what he can. He's very trusting in others, a trait acquired from entrusting the animals of the wild. He keeps situations light and believes there is no bad person. He is very determined and very much a perfectionist when he finds something of interest. He practices with his bow and short sword every day, for survival as much as for meditation. Always up for playing his pan flute or a game of sorts.
Ideals:
"Knowledge is like water. How can one grow without water?"
"I know everything I need to know about myself, however I know nothing of the world."
"Failing someone or something is worse than death."
Bond:
"In my trance, I have witnessed the ultimate destruction of man. A beast from the shadows will snuff out life death and decay. I will do anything to prevent it. I must learn more to stop it."
Flaw:
Very naive to civilized worlds. Too trusting in man-kind. He is very easily taking advantage of and is still learning control his emotions in the heat of the moment.
Background:
Dralban was born into the world in small clan of wood elves. Before he could yet remember, their village was raided by small band of growing undead warriors. They collected the bodies for recruits and raided what their Necromancer felt needed. However they missed Dralban. His parents hid him in the stump of an old rotting Iron Elm. That is where Donovan found him.
Donovan, a human of two and thirty, was leading a team of rangers, trailing the undead to where they found Dralban's razed village. He took Dralban under his wing and brought the Wood Elf up as a Ranger. Recruits were low and skilled rangers were scarcer. Wood Elves, being natural hunters, make great rangers. Donovan knew that by raising Dralban he would become a valuable asset.
Before long Dralban could notch an arrow, release and hit moving targets yards away in split seconds. everybody loved Dralban at the remote swamp barracks, they all viewed him as a younger son and brother. Dralban was happy and loved to make everyone proud by improving his skills. At the age of 10 Dralban was participating in patrol raids. For years their barracks were assigned to keep the growing undead hordes at bay. That was until they were stormed by them.
The undead army converged their small barracks of Six and Twenty. The rangers stood atop the walls and did what they could to slow the inevitable wave of decay. Everyone knew that in order for the army to be of this size the Necromancer needed to be close. Two rangers made their way outside the horde and circled the perimeter. The two rangers happened to be Dralban and Donovan. Donovan spotted the Necromancer immediately and charged the focused mage with his long sword. The Necromancer wasn't as distracted as he let off. As Donovan stepped in, the mage deftly side stepped and stabbed Donovan's flank with a poisoned dagger.
Witnessing all, Dralban, for the first time experiencing loss, lost control. With only a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other Dralban blindly charged the mage. The Necromancer drawing closer to his prize kill was unaware. Dralban tossed the bow and with all his bodily weight smashed into the mage. Stab after bloody stab, Dralban kept thrusting his arrow into the Necromancer's face. Blood spurted, the mage's screams curdled stomachs. The undead resumed being inanimate and Dralban watch Donovan's agonizing death take him over.
Every night since, Dralban has been cursed with terrible vision's. Somehow what he experienced was just the beginning of a dark massive plan and a beast of unrecognizable power is strengthening.
One night Dralban gathers his belongings and stealthy leaves his friends and family at the barracks in search of answers.
He heads for Blackdawn City. Overwhelmed by the city and completely awestruck, Dralban ponders, "what other wonders could I be missing?" Ecstatic and in his haste to make friends, he joins a game of chance. He loses all the gold and silver he had saved and learned a hard lesson in currency exchange. Unable to buy a room or food, he needs to make the decision to stay and wander or retreat back to the wilds.
He starts to wander.
Hope everything makes sense. I am up really late.
Character Sheet
www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=28316
-Nate-
Race: Wood Elf
Background: Outlander - Forester
Appearance: 5'7" Pasty Canopy Sheltered Skin, Athletic Build
Silver wispy, messy hair, dreaded with dry leaves littered throughout.
Clean shaven face, thick silver eyebrows, with deep and dark violet pools for eyes.
Youthful in some eyes, others say sickly.
Stag antlers sprout from his head, a headdress he made from his trophy hunt.
Dressed in dark brown leathers, black woolen cloak, a short sword on each hip and a bow and quiver over his shoulder. His weathered and tattered appearance shows much exposure to the elements. Despite the poor appearance, he always seems to be wearing a smile.
Personality:
Dralban cherishes life and loves to learn. He will try to view events in all angles and perspectives. Never one for the first word, he listens and learns then tries to add what he can. He's very trusting in others, a trait acquired from entrusting the animals of the wild. He keeps situations light and believes there is no bad person. He is very determined and very much a perfectionist when he finds something of interest. He practices with his bow and short sword every day, for survival as much as for meditation. Always up for playing his pan flute or a game of sorts.
Ideals:
"Knowledge is like water. How can one grow without water?"
"I know everything I need to know about myself, however I know nothing of the world."
"Failing someone or something is worse than death."
Bond:
"In my trance, I have witnessed the ultimate destruction of man. A beast from the shadows will snuff out life death and decay. I will do anything to prevent it. I must learn more to stop it."
Flaw:
Very naive to civilized worlds. Too trusting in man-kind. He is very easily taking advantage of and is still learning control his emotions in the heat of the moment.
Background:
Dralban was born into the world in small clan of wood elves. Before he could yet remember, their village was raided by small band of growing undead warriors. They collected the bodies for recruits and raided what their Necromancer felt needed. However they missed Dralban. His parents hid him in the stump of an old rotting Iron Elm. That is where Donovan found him.
Donovan, a human of two and thirty, was leading a team of rangers, trailing the undead to where they found Dralban's razed village. He took Dralban under his wing and brought the Wood Elf up as a Ranger. Recruits were low and skilled rangers were scarcer. Wood Elves, being natural hunters, make great rangers. Donovan knew that by raising Dralban he would become a valuable asset.
Before long Dralban could notch an arrow, release and hit moving targets yards away in split seconds. everybody loved Dralban at the remote swamp barracks, they all viewed him as a younger son and brother. Dralban was happy and loved to make everyone proud by improving his skills. At the age of 10 Dralban was participating in patrol raids. For years their barracks were assigned to keep the growing undead hordes at bay. That was until they were stormed by them.
The undead army converged their small barracks of Six and Twenty. The rangers stood atop the walls and did what they could to slow the inevitable wave of decay. Everyone knew that in order for the army to be of this size the Necromancer needed to be close. Two rangers made their way outside the horde and circled the perimeter. The two rangers happened to be Dralban and Donovan. Donovan spotted the Necromancer immediately and charged the focused mage with his long sword. The Necromancer wasn't as distracted as he let off. As Donovan stepped in, the mage deftly side stepped and stabbed Donovan's flank with a poisoned dagger.
Witnessing all, Dralban, for the first time experiencing loss, lost control. With only a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other Dralban blindly charged the mage. The Necromancer drawing closer to his prize kill was unaware. Dralban tossed the bow and with all his bodily weight smashed into the mage. Stab after bloody stab, Dralban kept thrusting his arrow into the Necromancer's face. Blood spurted, the mage's screams curdled stomachs. The undead resumed being inanimate and Dralban watch Donovan's agonizing death take him over.
Every night since, Dralban has been cursed with terrible vision's. Somehow what he experienced was just the beginning of a dark massive plan and a beast of unrecognizable power is strengthening.
One night Dralban gathers his belongings and stealthy leaves his friends and family at the barracks in search of answers.
He heads for Blackdawn City. Overwhelmed by the city and completely awestruck, Dralban ponders, "what other wonders could I be missing?" Ecstatic and in his haste to make friends, he joins a game of chance. He loses all the gold and silver he had saved and learned a hard lesson in currency exchange. Unable to buy a room or food, he needs to make the decision to stay and wander or retreat back to the wilds.
He starts to wander.
Hope everything makes sense. I am up really late.
Character Sheet
www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=28316
-Nate-